Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably only give my when I'm asked to
I'm good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain work
Something in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got weed and got some purp
And got bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

I'mma tell you what you to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the truth would be too
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you what you to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the would be

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it to lie
But secrets don't it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

I'mma tell you what you need to
I'mma tell you what you to hear
Cause the truth be too much
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be